I mustered up the courage to approach Lucius, hoping he might grant me a sliver of freedom. "Lucius, may I speak with you?" I asked tentatively, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn't expecting anything sane from him if we are beings serious; i just hoped that he would do this for me at least. He turned towards me, his posture rigid and his expression unreadable. The dark hollowness of his eyes still scare me so much. "What is it, Vesta?" he replied curtly."I... I was wondering if I could visit my old pack," I began, my voice faltering slightly. "I haven't heard from them since I left, and I just... I need to know if they're alright."Lucius's face darkened with anger. "Visit your old pack?" he repeated incredulously. "And what exactly do you think you'll accomplish by doing that?""I just want to see my family," I pleaded, my voice trembling with emotion. "I need to know if they're safe."He scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. "You left your pack willingly, Vesta," he remin
ALPHA LUCIUS’S POVThe room grew tense as I heard Vesta’s hand slap the man’s cheek. The sound echoed like a thunderclap. My jaw clenched in fury, my wolf inside seething with rage at the humiliation she caused me.I stood up, my voice cold and commanding. "Enough," I growled. "Take her to the dungeon."The guards moved quickly, grabbing Vesta by the arms. She struggled against them, her protests bouncing off the stone walls. Her voice rose in desperate pleas, but I ignored her cries. She crossed a line, and now she had to face the consequences.As they dragged her away, her screams still ringing in my ears, I turned to the man she had slapped. "I apologize for the disturbance," I said calmly, hiding the turmoil inside me.He waved off my apology. "No harm done," he replied, amused. "But she should face some consequences for her actions."I bristled at his words, my patience wearing thin. "That is not your concern," I snapped. "Vesta will be dealt with accordingly."He raised an eyebro
I blinked, water stinging my eyes as my surroundings slowly came into focus. My heart hammered in my chest as I took in the dimly lit room, the shadows dancing in eerie patterns across the walls. Lucius sat at the table, a dark silhouette against the faint glow of candlelight."What's going on?" I rasped, my voice barely a whisper as I struggled to make sense of the situation.Lucius's voice cut through the silence like a blade, cold and unforgiving. "Do you understand the gravity of your actions?" he demanded, his tone laced with barely contained fury.I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. "I... I was only defending myself," I stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush as I tried to explain.But before I could finish, hands seized me, dragging me forward until my head was submerged in icy water. Panic clawed at my chest as I fought for air, the world narrowing to the suffocating darkness that engulfed me.They pulled me up, gasping and choking as water streamed down my face.
VESTA’S POV I blinked, the dungeon's darkness giving way to flickers of light as the door swung open. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched, my breath catching in my throat. What was happening? What did Lucius want from me now?I could list a thousand things that monster was coming to do to me, and I wasn’t even prepared to face him. I have no interest in his disgusting face. To my surprise it wasn’t him, it was a bunch of other people. The maids bustled around the room, their movements swift and purposeful. I said nothing, my silence a shield against the uncertainty that swirled around me like a storm.They packed away the sheets, their hands moving with practiced ease. I watched in silence, my thoughts a jumble of confusion and fear. What orders has that mad man given them again this time?Finally, they turned to me, their faces impassive masks. "Follow us, ma’am" one of them said, her voice devoid of emotion.I nodded, my steps hesitant as I trailed behind them. Was this the e
The night stretched on, the darkness thickening around me like a suffocating shroud. Sleep eluded me, my mind awash with a whirlwind of thoughts and fears.I tossed and turned, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me like a leaden weight. What awaited me on the other side of morning? What twisted games did Lucius have in store for me now?But there was no time for doubt, no room for hesitation. I had to be strong, to steel myself against the darkness that threatened to consume me.Dawn broke, casting feeble rays of light through the tiny windows of the room. I rose, the exhaustion of sleepless nights weighing heavy on my shoulders.The hours passed in a blur, each moment dragging on like an eternity. And then, suddenly, he was there—Lucius, his presence looming over me like a shadow in the darkness."It is time," he said, his voice a low, menacing growl.I braced myself, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air between us. This was it—the moment of reckoning, the culminat
“They are coming, Mayrr, they are coming for us all. We need to move very soon,” the older man groaned from the door, and the woman looked up, tears filling her eyes as she watched her little baby covered in sweat and red from whatever he was infected with. He was in pain, and she couldn’t help him. That alone was breaking his heart; he didn’t know why it was happening, but it wasn’t the way he planned for his life to go. He closed the door gently, making sure not to draw unwanted attention to himself; he approached his young wife. He rubbed her head before placing it on his chest, and he knew everything would be alright soon; they just needed more time. Everything happening around them was enough for a sane man to lose his mind, but Liet knew he had to stay put for the sake of his family. “We would see this through, Mayrr. We would, I promise you.” He whispered with his voice cracking at the end, and they both fell silent while Mayrr cried. She cried for everything they had lost and
You would have heard of the man first before seeing him; the way his cane scraped on the floor when he was coming brought more fear than the noise of the cane itself. One word was perfect to describe him: he is ruthless. A man you don’t mess with, or else he would end you even before you know it. It was a known fact, and no one explored it except some people with death wishes. “All hail Alpha King Lucius.” The palace bard man called out, and everyone sitting rose in honour of the blind man who managed to bring an entire realm under his control without his eyes. The cane wound was getting louder, and the men in the room were getting more scared. Their alpha king never calls an emergency meeting unless he has found a mole. You don’t even want to know the effect of being a mole; know winding up dead would be a lot better. Or maybe to die mysteriously and never have to face the blind devil. “It’s such a beautiful morning. I can smell the freshness in the air, and somehow, the air feels
VESTA’S POV I stood before Lucius, my stomach churning with apprehension and resignation. His command hung heavy between us, a silent decree that brooked no argument. I was looking everywhere but him; the man was starting to get under my skin. "Vesta," he said, his voice a low, ominous rumble; even though I knew how much of a wicked person he was, his voice still had a way of eliciting some destructive emotions in me. "it's time for you to begin your etiquette training, you are going to be the future luna of this empire, you lack manners." he continued, and I could hear the distaste in his voice; some irritation started budding inside of me. There are better ways he could have said that, but trust my mate always to find a way to hurt me with his words. I felt distaste as I referred to him as my mate in my head. I was slowly starting to accept it, even if it was against my will. I nodded before forgetting he couldn't see me. I muttered a yes, and I was sure he heard me. There was n
LuciusI traced Vesta’s scent to a horrid looking place. But I couldn’t care less, all that was on my mind was where to find my Luna. I kept on following the trail of her scent and it lead me deeper into the unknown.As I pushed forward, the scent of my mate intensified, mingling with the odor of the unknown wolves. A low growl rumbled in my chest, a warning to any who dared stand in my path.Finally, the path opened into a vast underground chamber and in there, stood two figures. I recognized the unmistakable scent of Vesta clinging to them. But something was wrong. Their movements were jerky, and their eyes glowed with emerald light.“Vesta!" I roared. "Where is she?"The figures turned towards me, their heads snapping in unison. A guttural growl erupted from their throats. Their glowing eyes never left me. Their lack of response, their wolf appearance, sent fury coursing through me."Where is my mate?" I repeated. "What have you done to her?"Another guttural growl was their o
VESTA'S POV Even while I knew I and Elara were cooked, I was still defiant. I challenged him, I said all sorts of disdainful remarks towards him and for a moment, I saw fear. But he wouldn't let a naive pup like me unravel it all. "Don't be foolish, Vesta," he hissed. "I've worked too hard for my position. A few more lives, even yours, are a small price to pay for ultimate power." Darius didn't care about the pack, not truly. It was all a game of control, a desperate scramble to maintain a power he never rightfully earned. And if that meant silencing anyone who threatened to expose his treachery, then so be it. “You think fear will silence me?" I retorted, my voice laced with newfound steel. "You underestimate me, Uncle." Darius's smile vanished completely, replaced by a menacing scowl. "Perhaps," he said, taking a menacing step forward. "But underestimation can be a very effective tool." A signal was barked, and the two guards flanking him lunged forward. Before I could react, t
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV With I and Mayra in the same castle as Vesta, I knew Vesta was definitely going to observe my relationship with my sister. She had spoken to me about family and bonding. She made me understand that family is forever even if they can be dickheads. I was reluctant to have ‘that talk’ with my sister but Vesta had convinced me to do it. With a gentle nudge and a smile, she left us alone in the library, a silent encouragement to bridge the gap that separated us. Mayra, frail but determined, reached out a hand, her touch hesitant yet filled with longing. I clasped it in mine. "I'm so sorry, Lucius," she said, her voice cracked. "For everything." "There's nothing to apologize for, Mayra," I replied, my voice cracking as well. "We were just children, caught in the crossfire." A gentle smile touched her lips, in that moment I saw a glimpse of a vibrant young woman I remembered. "Do you remember the stories Mama used to tell us?" she asked. I nodded, I felt bitte
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV Everything going on with Vesta was unfortunate. As much as I wanted her to be with me in my castle so we could make love from dusk till dawn, I had to give her the time and space she needed to heal. I didn’t know much about what had happened back in her pack but I do know it had something to do with her uncle. One morning, Vesta walked up to me in the study. “Lucius, the night my parents died, do you have any idea what happened?” She asked me, she appeared almost lifeless. As though she had been troubled with something heavy. “I wasn’t there. I have little to no knowledge of what happened that night.” I confessed. “How can I trust you! Everyone has been lying to me, why are you any different?!” She yelled. Vesta's words hit me like a physical blow. The raw pain and accusation in her voice felt like a betrayal. But I could understand her pain. “Believe me, Vesta, I had nothing to do with your parents' death." "How can I believe you?" she cried, her voice
VESTA'S POV In the days that followed, I was conflicted by my emotions. I was uncertain, the truth was a constant torment in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of a dark figure, a glimpse from a night etched in blood and loss. Was it Lucius after all? Or was I clinging to a fabricated truth, a narrative constructed by years of resentment? Determined to uncover the truth, I embarked on a relentless quest for knowledge. Every spare moment found me looking through anything in hardcover the pack library. My fingers tracing the worn spines of ancient tomes. My frustration built with each dead-end. Until one dusty afternoon, buried beneath a pile of forgotten scrolls, my fingers brushed against a hidden compartment in an old leather-bound book. Inside, resting amongst brittle parchment and faded ink, lay a single, folded letter. My heart pounded in my chest as I carefully unfolded the yellowed paper, the words written upon it swimming before my eyes. It was a desperate plea, a despera
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I wondered why she hated me. Every time I looked at Vesta, the raw pain in her eyes was a constant reminder of my own shortcomings. Two years. Two years I'd watched Vesta fight our bond with every fiber of her being. Two years of clenched jaws and strange stares, a constant reminder of the past I desperately wanted to amend. Vesta sat by the window, her back was rigid, her silence a wall I desperately wanted to breach. With a deep breath, I approached with a bouquet of wildflowers clutched tightly in my hand. “Vesta," I began. "May I come in?" I was greeted with silence. I was beginning to get frustrated but I forced it down. This wasn't about me. This was about making amends, however flimsy they might seem. I pushed the door open further, stepping into the room. "I brought you these," I stated, extending the bouquet towards her. They were violets and lilies, her favorites. It was a long shot, a gamble, but her reaction was worth the risk. Surprised crossed her
VESTA'S POV I practically skipped into the pack house, my heart humming a happy tune. Elara, who was by the window, looked up, her brows raised in amusement. "What's gotten into you?" she teased. "Elara, you won't believe it!" I gushed, practically bursting with the need to share. "Lucius and I… we went for a walk." "A walk?" Elara said, her voice laced with curiosity. "That's it?" I blushed furiously, but couldn't contain my excitement. "Well, it wasn't just any walk," I stammered. "We talked… for hours. And then…" I paused dramatically, unable to wipe the silly grin off my face. "He kissed me, Elara." A gasp escaped Elara's lips. "He kissed you?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "And… and you?" "I…" I confessed hesitantly, "I kissed him back." Elara's face broke into a wide smile. "Oh, Vesta!" she squealed, clapping her hands together in delight. "That's amazing! I knew there was something simmering there." The memory of the kiss sent a shiver down my spine. "It was… unexpected
VESTA'S POV All of a sudden, the outrage I felt towards Lucius seemed petty. After that gift, he was a powerful Alpha, sending me such a heartfelt gift, and all I could do was shut him out. Elara, who had watched me open the book again, spoke up softly, "It's beautiful, isn't it, Vesta?" I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. "He put a lot of effort into it," Elara added. "Maybe you should cut him some slack." Her words echoed in my mind. Perhaps she was right. Lucius had his flaws, his controlling tendencies were a constant source of irritation, but this… this was different. This was a man reaching out, trying to forge a connection. “Give him a chance?" I said, trying to mask my feelings. “Think about it," Elara urged. "Flowers from so far away? Jewelries, trinkets. A book, that obviously means something to you? He's clearly trying." Maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to reciprocate, to meet him halfway. Later that evening, as I sat by the fire with a steaming
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I watched with satisfaction as the messengers I'd hired left the castle grounds, a precious package safely in their hands. Inside? Another token for Vesta – a stunning emerald bracelet this time, a subtle nod to her captivating eyes. A smile played on my lips. Perhaps, with this one, she'd finally relent, finally acknowledge the depth of my affection. "Alpha Lucius," Marcus barged into the room, his usual stoicism replaced by a flicker of urgency. "We have a situation." My smile faded. "What is it, Marcus?" "News from Vesta's pack," he replied, stepping closer. "Our scouts report… peculiar developments." Intrigued, I leaned forward. "Peculiar?" “Yes, Alpha. It seems the women and young girls… they've been seen wearing expensive jewelry. Gold, diamonds, even silver." A frown etched itself onto my face. Jewelry? I’ve been sending boxes of the finest jewelries to Vesta. Could news of my generosity have spread so quickly? Perhaps word of my extravagant gift had in